[Vampire vines are a fascinating concept but Manley doesn't need to drain anybody's blood, that's disgusting - and this is just for show, isn't it? Flashy stuff, show off a little, leave to raucous applause?

So he's not taking it seriously, aside from the fact that he would like the most applause, thank you very much. The patron in the front row who brought the flowers tosses them at the stage, giving Manley free reign of these flimsy overgrown stems. It's something.]

Now, now, you'll have to tell me which way to look— how ever do you tell these two apart? Perhaps one of you is better-looking than the other, a touch more charming, is that it? If you would so kindly hold still, then I could give it my best guess!

[Or, he could stand there and keep talking, the rose vines circling his feet. It looks very cool.]